Emergent

7. Voices

I open the door and see Christina.
"Yes? " I voice.

"May I come In?"

"Sure." I say as I step aside. She enters my room and sits on one of the chairs looking uncomfortable. I collapse on the chair next to her.

"Tris-I mean Lena. . .about the. . .kiss. . .it's not his fault you know."

I raise an brow. "And how is that so?"

She huffs. "Remember when I said about you being Tris and looking like her?"

I nod.

"Well, he was in love with her, and he still is. After he saw you he must have thought you were Tris, and he kissed you. After you followed Sam we told him about you not remembering that you are Tris-"

"I'm not Tris! And I'm sure of it! " I snap. I know I'm not her, but some weird part of me wants to believe Christina.

"Okay, okay! Your not Tris, your Lena. Back to the story. So we told him that you didn't remember anything, and well. . .after that you know."

I nod and question, "What's his name."

Not Four.
Not Four.
Not Four.
Not Four.

"His name is Four."

I stare at her in horror. No. It can't be. All these visions and dreams. . .what are they?

A part of me says : They're memories. Memories of your life 2 years ago.

But then another part of me denies : No! They're just dreams. Like mom said. You're Lena. Lena Savant. Daughter to Genevive and Ethan Savant.

I can't decided who I am anymore. Am I Lena? Or am I Tris? Tris, a girl I never heard of, but just having a. . .feeling of knowing her. Of being her. How can I trust a group of people I barely know? Stranger's telling me I'm not who I think I am? How can I trust a boy who just grabs my face and kisses me and everyone else claiming he loves me?

All these questions make my head ache. I bring my hand to my face and cover it.

"You okay Tri-Lena?"

"I'm okay."

"Well, you don't look okay. Your sweating and look like your gonna puke."

"Uh. . .I'm just nauseous."

"Do you need medicine?" she asks with her voice full of concern.

"No. I just need a shower and I'll be good."

"Okay then. I guess I'll leave."

"Yeah sure."

She graciously walks towards the door and opens it. "Lena. Before I forget, don't be late for dinner. I'll come and pick you up."

"Okay." I reply still nauseous. She smiles and leaves shutting the door.

Moment's after she leaves I rise from the chair and head towards the bathroom. I lazily strip my cloths and steps into the warm shower. It feels good, I feel my tense muscles relax.

Who cares about everyone? What about me?

I whip my head around to see if anyone was in the bathroom. No one. Then who said those words? That's when I realize: It was me. The voices, just like what happened when I saw the ferris wheel. The voice seemed familiar. The voice belongs to. . .Four.

Okay Lena. Get yourself together.

Promise me you wont go to Erudite.

Now I'm going mad.

I quickly step out of the shower and dry myself.

You die. I die.

I try to ignore the voices, but it makes my head pound like someone is hammering it. I slip into a black tank top and faded blue skinny jeans.

Nothing else is alright. But we are.

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"Are you feeling alright T-Lena?" voices Christina as the elevator descends. There's no point of lying to her. She'll catch me.

"Headache." I didn't lie, but I didn't tell her the whole thing either. The elevator doors open and we walk out. I follow Christina trying to memorize the way as she turns through multiple corridor's. Finally she pushes a set of double doors revealing a huge crowd.

Four pushes a set of double doors reviling
a massive crowd. "Oh," whispers Christina
"I get it." It is an underground carven so huge,
I can't see the other end of it from where I
stand, at the bottom. Uneven rock walls rise
several stories above my head.

What I see in front of me is the same from my vision. Built into the stone wall are places for eating, clothing and other leisure activities. For some reason a certain word comes to my mind, and the word is: The Pit

"And this incredible place," says Christina as she turns around, "is The Pit."

I gulp trying not to thing of the vision. "Now let's go to the dining hall I'm hungry." with that she starts walking with me following her.

What makes you think you can
talk to me?

I mentally curse. I stupid voices are back! We walk into the dining hall and I immediately spot Sam sitting on one of the tables and eating a hamburger. When his sea green eyes meet mine he grins with the hamburger still in his mouth. I grin back. Its cute to see him like that.

I sit on the spot beside him and realize I'm sitting between Sam and Four. Not good. Zeke, Shauna and Christina are sitting across me.

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VERY IMPORTANT!!! READ THIS!!!

I just wanted to clear things

Bold Italics: Voices
Italics: Visions & dreams

That's it. . .

Sorry nothing much in the chapter (｡•́︿•̀｡)
But I hope you guys r enjoying.

Love ya!

-Tris